Words & music: michael w. smith, wayne kirkpatrick, and amy grant
Here we are on a boat out on the sea
off the coast of africa
heading for peaceful shores
with a cast of strangers
to an island hideaway
i hear you telling me
of the place we soon will be
a rebirth from life's demise
where the world is still--it's ideal
anything you dream is real
it's hotel paradise
and you say it's nice
(when you run to)
lamu--far away
leave the pain far behind you
hoping it won't find you in
lamu--far away
you say it's there that you can run
from the one inside of you
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So here we are on an island in the sea
near the coast of africa
and when it's right--lamu nights,
they can be so inviting
heaven here on earth
but i hear you telling me
this is everything you need
well, i don't think it's true
'cause the way you feel isn't real
you attempt to try and fill
the void that's digging thru
and it's killing you (when you run to)
Lamu--far away
tho' that pain was behind you
it can even find you in
lamu--far away
because you never can run
from the one inside of you
I hear you telling me
of the place we soon will be
a rebirth from life's demise
where the world is still--it's ideal
anything you dream is real
it's hotel paradise
and you say it's nice
(when you run to)
Lamu--far away
leave the pain far behind you
hoping it won't find you in
lamu--far away
tho' that pain was behind you
it can even find you in
lamu--far away
because you never can run
from the one inside of you